So, here’s my tale of woe. I’m 40 and everyone in my family is dead. I have Asperger’s syndrome, which makes it almost impossible for me to interact with others or form anything like a close, meaningful relationship. My life seems so empty and pointless—one struggle after another with no break and no reward. I’m not really sad or hurting anymore (now I’m mostly numb) but I am so very tired!
I want the sleep that Hamlet craves:
“To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, ’tis a […]